Imitate Me - Pagan

Come on

Let it go

Forget you wrote

In your black book full of things

Like a stain

On the sheets

Where you lie

This bed needs

To be aired

Like your laundry you try to hide

Let it go

Forget you wrote

In your black book you can write

The, worst, curse

Come on, replicate me

Because it’s the

Because it’s the highest form of flattery

Imitate, imitate me

Imitate, imitate me oh!

Come on

Let it go

Forget you wrote

In your black book full of saints

(Saints live on these)

Write the

(On these pretty pages)

Worst curse

(There are holy figures)

Write the

(With crossed out eyes)

Worst curse

(I saw a vision of Jesus)

Write the

(With a woman’s face)

Worst curse

(Such a perfect self-portrait)

An expression of self-hate

Write, the, worst, curse

Come on, replicate me

Because it’s the

Because it’s the highest form of flattery

Imitate, imitate me

Imitate, imitate me

Imitate, imitate me

Imitate, imitate me